Kind of feeling like putting together a freak show today…so let’s start…here. That’s what’s wrong with backyard breeders. Amazingly the little dog has lived for three years. And God bless the woman who saved her and helps her live.
And I’m my very own freak show.
That’s what happens when you’re on antibiotics that cause sun sensitivity and you drive your car in the sun. It’s called phototoxicity and it hurts like a mofo.
Yesterday I heard, amongst other things, this band on Devil’s night radio.
This isn’t the exact song I heard yesterday but it’s a great representation of this gal’s voice. We’ll come back to her in a few. In the meantime, there has been this great jazz revival happening down there with some young singers taking up the torch. My favorite is Mecshiya Lake and the Little Big Horn band. I got to see them at the Sweetwater Thursday night. Holy crap. I haven’t heard an act this tight since Steely Dan when they did their reunion tour in the 90’s. If you read up on them she’s a tough businesswoman having produced their album. Yeah. Produced.
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When I hear about these wonderful bands I google them and check them out and if they’re still together, where they play etc. I suppose it could be said that it all started with the Squirrel Nut Zippers who were out of Chapel Hill NC. More likely it started with my father playing this stuff.
But back to the freak show. So I googled Ingrid Lucia and the Flying Neutrinos to see what they were up to and if they were still together and I found that not only were they still together but they had a rich history. And a pretty interesting patriarch. He floated a raft across the Atlantic. That scares the crap out of me. That Atlantic is a fierce ocean that has swallowed many a sailor. I don’t think I’d cross that ocean in a real boat much less a raft constructed out of bit and pieces of, well, shit they found. But makes for a damned interesting bio. And I’m thinking I need to spend a little more time in the Big Easy listening to some of these up and comers.
And when I die, book Mecschiya Lake and the LIttle Big Horn Band for the procession. And then walk my dead ass out into the sea.